Cultivation of Immortality: Starting from a Broken Lamp

When he was six years old, he had a spiritual test and found five spiritual roots. The deacon said that he would not be harvested by the sky or retained by the earth. On the day when I took the retest at the age of fifteen and my name was written off with a red pen, my aunt coughed up a mouthful of black blood in the street - the monk's soul nail was nailed to the living soul, and the life-sustaining pill was worth a hundred spiritual stones, and it was only for three years. Yan Zhaoye knelt down in the abandoned ancestral temple to swear an oath at night, but deep inside the altar he touched a broken bronze lamp that burned spontaneously without oil. In the lamp lived an old man with a bad mouth, and he only taught him the spitting method that a sweeping boy can do. He thought he was destined for immortality, until the light illuminated the truth: To light a lamp, there must be oil; what is burned in the oil is what the person burns. Many years later, someone saw him ascending the broken stairs to the sky with a lantern, and billions of eternal lights lit up one after another behind him. He did not mend the sky to become the emperor, nor did he break the way to destroy the sky - he lit the man-eating sky lantern into a lamp for thousands of families.